"THE RINGING CEDARS OF RUSSIA"
I exist for those, for whom I exist
According to Anastasiya, special combinations of letters and words are inserted into the text,
which influence a man beneficially. You can feel these influences while reading it, when your
hearing is not disturbed by sounds produced by artificial things and mechanisms. Natural sounds
like: the singing of birds, the sound of rain, the rustling of leaves in the trees help to produce
Translator: Larisa Malgosheva-Bartone 12 Suydam Sfc New Brunswick, NJ 08901 1(732) 249-
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ANASTASIYA AND THE RINGING CEDARS OF RUSSIA
reviewed by Donald J. Supkov, PhD, Professional Hydrologist
For uncounted eons of time, humanity has been traveling on a road of exploration, encountering
the wonders of Mother Nature while benefiting from the uncounted gifts provided freely by Mother
Nature. During this voyage of exploration humanity started out as hunter-gatherers to obtain
nourishment to sustain itself along the way. In this phase of the explorative journey, humans had
very intimate contact with Mother Nature in order to learn the ways of Mother Nature in order to
In the course of time, humanity developed agriculture and animal husbandry and further reaped
the benefits provided by Mother Nature. As agriculturalists, humans became more tied to a
specific location because of the requirements needed for agricultural crops which are attached to
the ground and thus are not prone to wander around the land as their human caretakers are able
But a blessing provided by Mother Nature to humanity through the gift of agriculture was the
ability to provide a surplus of food, far beyond the needs of the people actually remaining fixed in
the places of crop production. This allowed the development of civilization a wide diversity of job
descriptions, seemingly unconnected to Mother Nature compared to the hunter-gatherers and the
Because of the bounties provided by Mother Nature through the agriculturalists, some individuals
became free to continue the voyage of exploration to view first hand what Mother Nature had to
offer in more distant and remote locations. This has given rise to the hero adventurer who travels
to distant places and returns to his native land with stories relating his voyage of exploration.
These adventure exploration stories frequently have associated with them descriptions of some
fabulous gift or treasure provided by Mother Nature. Examples come to mind such as Jason and
the Golden Fleece, Ponce de Leon and the Fountain of Youth, Marco Polo and the stones that
burn (coal) from China.
As civilization developed and spawned the industrial revolution, humanity accelerated the
exploitation of these gifts from Mother Nature such as coal, oil, natural gas, iron, various minerals,
lumber, waterpower, while at the same time becoming detached from the source of these gifts.
While the non-food raising members of agricultural society became more and more dependent on
only a few crops as a food supply, such as corn, wheat, and rice, they became afflicted with
various ailments that characterize modern society. This condition is contrasted with the Hunzas in
northern Pakistan who thrive disease-free to ripe old ages solely by eating organically grown
crops and by drinking “glacier milk”, the milky glacial melt water loaded with finely pulverized rock.
The indigenous people from around the world seem to have within each tribe a “medicine man” or
shaman, who is most intimately connected with Mother Nature. The shaman collects various
herbs from Mother Nature's storehouse and uses them to help heal any member of the tribe who
becomes afflicted with some sort of ailment.
Perhaps there is some sort of inner knowledge deep within the human psyche that keeps
reminding us that somewhere Mother Nature has provided a gift, hidden in plain view, that will
prove to contain a cure for any ailment that afflicts humans. Perhaps this inner knowledge is what
makes the game of Easter Egg Hunt so popular among children. Maybe this is why older children
and young adults enjoy the game of Treasure Hunt so much. But even though mature adults are
no longer tied to the soil in a civilized agrarian society devoted to supporting the growth of
industrialization, most of us still can not travel to far and distant places to explore the wonders
and gifts of Mother Nature. So we provide the where with all to allow surrogates to do the
adventuring for us.
Perhaps the best example is of humans collectively sending a few astronauts to the Moon. What
a grand adventure all humanity was able to participate in via the wonders of television! That is big
time adventure! These explorer adventurers, who flew to the moon, have taken on hero status
along with Marco Polo, Columbus and Magellan who merely made long trips on the surface of the
Earth. But there are other explorer adventurers who made very short trips and discovered other
gifts from Mother Nature. Consider Loenhoek who made a microscope and then traveled no
farther than to the inside of a drop of water and there discovered a whole new world of living
organisms. Microbiologists have since explored inside common soil samples and there
discovered more gifts from Mother Nature consisting of antibiotics such as penicillin. Biologists
are continuing to explore the tropical rainforests for more gifts from Mother Nature, hoping to find
more cures for human ailments.
Perhaps one of the least likely places for an adventurer to explore for gifts from Mother Nature
from the perspectives of an American reader is Siberia. Now that is a place that could use a little
bit of public relations work! What comes to mind at the mention of the name Siberia? Snow, ice,
frigid cold, remoteness, desolation, prison camps? Perhaps some frozen mammoths still locked in
a deep freeze from the time of the last ice age? I think you will have a pleasant surprise when you
accompany Vladimir Merge in his exploration of Russia and share in his discovery of more
wonderful gifts from Mother Nature: the Ringing Cedars of Russia, and Anastasiya, a modern day
shaman from the wilds of Siberia. When I say wild, it is really an understatement! Learn about the
many precious gifts from Mother Nature that are hidden in plain view which Anastasia desires to
reveal to the entire world, including the great healing powers of the Ringing Cedars of Russia. If
you find that the healing powers of the Ringing Cedars are beyond belief, you may still benefit
from reading what Vladimir Megre has to say, since you will find that this is also a very readable
love story like none other you have ever read.
Although, the story was originally written in Russian, you will find that the English translation
made by Larisa Malgosheva-Bartone reads like any story written in English and shows that
humans are basically the same everywhere, no matter where they live and no matter what
language they speak.
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Maureen Jordan, M. A. in Education, College of New Jersey, USA Teacher of Art and English
On Larisa Bartone's request I have recently read her translation of Vladimir Megre's Anastasiya,
The Ringing Cedars of Russia. Larisa has a very good command of English that was why my
corrections were very insignificant.
I found the book to be written in fluent everyday English that was quite easy to understand. The
story has a nice flow. It held my interest throughout, and I think it would do the same for the
general reading public in the USA. I recommend it highly.
Maureen Jordan 52 Linden Lane Plainsboro, NJ 08536, USA Phone: (609) 799-8266
Dr. Fred L. Kingsbury, Chiropractor
As an American physician who has a natural/ holistic orientation, and a spiritual seeker for over
30 years I found Anastasiya — The Ringing Cedars of Russia a grand journey into wonder,
mystery, and Truth. A truly fascinating read which I recommend highly to all conscious beings.
I believe that Larisa Bartone has done a great job translating it from Russian into English. The
book reads well and requires no comments or explanations.
Fred L. Kingsbury, D. C.
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Somerset, N.J. 08873, USA
Jean Munzer, Director, Metaphysical Center of New Jersey, USA
ANASTASIYA, THE RINGING CEDARS OF RUSSIA is a mind and spirit-expanding book about
Anastasiya, a pure soul living in perfect harmony with Nature in the wilds of Siberia. She wishes
good to everybody and has much to teach all who are willing and able to learn from her. She
“I exist for those for whom I exist”.
Reading about her is an innately rewarding experience for all of us. As people encounter this
book their mind and hearts will be opened to the Truth that Anastasiya teaches. Larisa
Malgosheva-Bartone's translation of the book into English is excellent. I believe it will open
Anastasiya's teachings to English speaking readers all over the world. Larisa is the right channel
to convey the energy, which has been instilled into the Russian variant of this book by
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DEDICATED TO ANASTASIYA N. L. Briditskaya
From the book I've learned, — in Siberia a girl is living in the woods — Anastasiya. She is
gathering the forest gifts and brings them to the crowed cities.
In your clean Siberian forests you are a flowing brook. Your loving fire is burning evil down giving
us a beam of light thoughts.
Stay in the woods, our precious, don't come out to the bustling world. As it has lots of evil and
darkness stay away for your sonny-boy's sake.
You are a sister in our God's image creation of good is your only wish. To save your son and you,
our sweetness, is the only problem for us in existence.
In your virgin forest as in the Lord's house You are drinking the morning dew from flowers. Our
souls are rejoicing now just because you exist, you are there.
You've come to us, Anastasiya,
To open our eyes to the world,
So our souls could shine in the light,
To teach us to create what's good and right!
To live in peace with the entire universe, To let only pure thoughts flow, To find our way in the
midst of existence, To let the wings of God's Spirit grow carrying us home.
The only thing we need is love and patience To learn to create the Good! That's why we should
ask the blessings from our God-Father in heaven.
To be like you, Anastasiya, —
It is not given to all of us.
We are to work hard with a lot of efforts
To find our way into the world of yours.
And let you radiate the warmth with that God's beam of yours. You've come to us filled with love
to create only kindness and what is right.
Your beauty is special and unique, you've deserved Our Father's gift. You've become a beloved
to everyone. The stroke of darkness will never touch you.
Stay warm and be protected by our love always dwell in our thoughts, may you never suffer from
malice Be saved by God and our spirits.
Just loving you is to save you. You are in our hearts and dreams We are with you, our dear, to
help you to overcome the darkness. God bless you!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Vladimir Megre was born in July, 23,1950. He has never been published. He is a well-known
entrepreneur and president of the Inter-Regional Association of Entrepreneurs of Siberia. In
1994-95 he organized at his own expense two large-scale commercial expeditions by motor boat
up and down the Ob River in Siberia. They went from Novosibirsk to Salekhard and back to
Novosibirsk. Much was told about his first expedition Merchant Caravan by the press of Siberia,
Khanty-Mansi and Yamal-Nenetskey National Areas. For a long time his friends and relatives
could not solve the puzzle: what had made him, an entrepreneur with ten year's experience,
invest all his accumulated capital and even mortgage all his property just to organize these
expeditions. Which did not bring any profits, moreover, they did not even pay for themselves. The
secret of intuitive search is revealed in his book. He has brought from the expeditions something
that could not be evaluated in a monetary equivalent. He has published some sensational
materials in a number of central papers, which received a great feedback from excited readers.
These include the comments of many scientists. The author himself said as follows: “Not being a
writer, without any experience in writing creatively, I have to apologize to my readers for the
narrative style. This book does not belong to social and political journalism or fiction, fantastic or
adventure stories. In spite of all the phenomenal and fantastic events which have been described.
I have failed to determine its genre”.
In the spring of 1994 I chartered three river motorboats on which I accomplished a four months
expedition up the Siberian river Ob. We started from Novosibirsk, moved up to Salekhard and
downwards. The aim of the expedition was to regulate the economic connections with the regions
of the Extreme North.
The expedition ran under the name of Merchantman. The largest passenger motorboats was
named after Patris Lumumba. (I believe that in the Western Siberian River Steam-Navigation,
they give strange names to the ships like: Mariya Ulyanova, Patrice Lumumba, Mikhail Kalinin or
some-thing like that, as if there were no other historically prominent personalities in Siberia).
Our headquarters, the exhibition of Siberian entrepreneurs and a store were located on this ship.
The caravan was to go to North for about 3,500 kilometers. We were to visit relatively large cities
such as: Tomsk, Niznevartovsk, Surgut, Khant-Mansiysk, Salekhard as well as small settlements
which are possible to reach with cargo only within a limited period of the navigation season. In
the daytime the caravan's ships usually stopped at settlements. We were trading and negotiating
establishing permanent economic connections. We moved on at night. When it was rather
stormy, we preferred to moor at any settlement and organize evenings of recreation with dancing
for the local youths. Such kind of recreation has very rare lately as all kinds of clubs and Houses
of Culture have become very dilapidated. Cultural and educational work is almost neglected
there. Sometimes we were floating for 24 hours without stopping as there were no settlements,
only taiga (virgin forest) all over. The only means of communication for many, many kilometers
around was the river. At that time it did not occur to me since it was outside my province, that at
one of those kilometers fortune had prepared for me a meeting which would change my life
completely. Here at a tiny village consisting of just a couple of small houses, far removed from
the nearest big settlement which was hundreds of kilometers away, I ordered the leading ship to
be moored to the bank. I planned to dock there for three hours, just to let my people relax while
walking around the village. At the same time it was an opportunity for the native population to buy
some goods from us and in exchange to purchase fish and wild herbs at a low price. While there,
two local old men addressed me as the leader of the caravan with a very strange request. One of
them looked older than the other. The older one was quiet and the younger one started to speak.
He tried to convince me to lend them at least 50 men from the crew. I should like to mention that
our crew consisted of only 65 people. They proposed to lead us into the taiga, 25 kilometers away
from the riverbank where we were docking. They wanted to cut down, what he called, a Ringing
Cedar. The cedar, according to his estimations was almost 40 meters high. He suggested that
we saw the tree 'into pieces so it would be possible to carry it by hand to the mother ship. Then
they wanted us to cut those pieces into smaller ones so each of us could take a piece for
ourselves and a few more to give to our relatives, friends and anybody who would like to receive
them as a gift. The old man said that the cedar was not an ordinary one. A piece of it was to be
carried as a pendant on a string. Moreover, while putting it on the chest it was necessary to stand
barefooted on grass, pressing it to one's naked chest with the left palm. In a minute one would
feel a very pleasant warmth coming from the cedar piece, then one would experience a sensation
of a light flash flowing through the body. On occasion, when one felt the desire, it was
recommended to rub it with the finger tips on that side of the cedar piece which was not touching
the body. While polishing it, one should hold the piece by pressing the thumbs to the opposite
side which does not face the body. In three months the owner of the Ringing Cedar piece will feel
considerable improvement in one's health, and may experience healing from many diseases.
“Even from AIDS?” I asked, trying to explain the symptoms of this disease, telling them what I
knew myself from past reading. The man answered confidently with firm belief, “From any illness!”
According to his affirmation that was the least of it. Most important was the fact that the owner of
such a piece of cedar would become more kind, more successful and more talented. At that time
I did not know much about the healing power of cedar, but its abilities sounded to me absolutely
unrealistic. Then I told the old men that over there on “the big land” (the industrial areas with big
cities) the women preferred to decorate themselves with gold and silver jewelry to attract the
attention of other people. “ They are wearing them because they don't realize that gold is dust
compared to one piece of this cedar,” he responded confidently. Trying to avoid argument and
paying respect to their age, I said, “Well, may be... If a great wood carver would apply his skill and
create something extraordinarily beautiful..”.
“0ne can carve, of course, but it is better to polish it by oneself, with one's own fingers, when
one's soul chooses to do it. Then the piece of cedar will look beautiful outside”. While saying this
he hurriedly unbuttoned his worn down jacket and shirt and showed something which was
hanging on his chest. It was a round, protuberance or, rather, an oval thing. There was a fancy,
inconspicuous design on it in violet, crimson and reddish brown. The fibers of wood looked like
tiny brooks. I am not an expert on works of art, though I have visited a variety of galleries and
museums. The world famous masterpieces did not excite me as much as this fascinating object
hanging on the old man's chest. It touched my feelings and emotions much more strongly than
my visit to the famous Tretyakov Gallery in Moscow. “How long have you been polishing your
piece of cedar?”, I asked. “Ninety three years”, was the answer. “Well, and how old are you?”, I
asked again. “0ne hundred and nineteen”, he said. I did not believe his answer at that moment.
He looked not more than seventy five or so. He did not pay any attention to my doubts. The old
man, being a bit excited, started to convince me that a piece of cedar would look as beautiful on
anyone in three years only. Eventually it would get better and better, especially on women. The
body of the owner would produce a wonderful aroma, incomparable to any perfume created by
man. I was aware that the scent which was emanating from both men was very pleasant indeed.
Even though I am a smoker yet I could smell it. They say that the smoker's sense of smell is
usually weaker. I also noticed that his vocabulary differed from those of the native population.
The phrases and word combinations he used were certainly not characteristic of the inhabitants
of the far North. Some of these are still reverberating in my ears, even the melody and intonation.
The old man spoke like this: “God has created the cedar as an accumulator of cosmic energy. A
man, when he feels love, is producing radiation. Within a fraction of a second, this radiation
comes back to the earth after being reflected from the planets above and gives life to everything
living. The sun, one of the heavenly bodies, is reflecting an incomplete spectrum of this radiation.
Only light radiation from a man goes to the cosmos and comes back to the Earth again solely as
a benevolent, positive one.
A man who possesses malicious feelings emanates only dark radiation. It can't ascend so it goes
deep down inside the Earth. Having been reflected from the planet's depths, it comes back to the
surface in the form of volcanic eruptions, earthquakes and wars. The highest achievement of
reflected dark radiation is its direct influence on man. It increases the malicious feelings in him.
The lifetime of cedar is 550 years. Day and night it catches and accumulates all spectrum of light
energy through millions of its needle leaves. During the cedar's lifetime, all kinds of objects are
passing over it, reflecting this energy. Even a tiny piece of cedar contains more energy than all
manmade energy producing units taken together. Cedar receives the emanation from man's
energy through the Cosmos. It preserves and gives the energy back to the Cosmos when its level
goes down and accordingly it goes down in man too. This includes everything living and growing
on the Earth. It happens, though very seldom, that cedars just accumulate but don't give back
the accumulated energy. When such cedars are five hundred years old they start to ring, thus
they are trying to communicate. They give a welcome sign, inviting man to use their energy on
Earth for good purposes. Such a cedar produces a vibrating ringing sound for three years if it
does not come in contact with people. After these three years, if it fails to give its energy
accumulated via the. Cosmos directly to man, it loses the energy by burning it within itself. The
torturous process of burning-dying lasts for twenty seven years. Recently, we have found this
kind of cedar. According to our estimation it has been ringing for two years already, it means that
only one year is left. It is necessary to cut it and give it to people”. The old man had been
speaking for a long time, his voice filled with a quiet assurance. When he became excited, he
polished his piece of cedar with his finger tips very quickly, as if he were playing a musical
instrument. It was pretty cold; a fresh wind was blowing from the river, but his worn jacket and
shirt were still unbuttoned. A member of our firm, Lidiya Petrovna, came down and told us that
the crew was ready to leave and they were waiting for me. So I had to say “Good bye” to the
strange old men and went on board. It was impossible for me to fulfill their request: three days'
delay would cost us great losses. Everything I had been told by those men I took as an extreme
superstition or as one of the local myths. The next day during our business planning meeting I
noticed that Lidiya Petrovna was rubbing a piece of cedar hanging on her chest. Later on she told
me that after I had left she saw that the old man I was talking with looked very confused and
unhappy while watching me leave. Then he addressed his companion speaking very excitedly,
“How come... I absolutely can't speak their language... I have failed to convince them. I could not!
I've failed! Nothing has come of it”. The one who looked older told him, “You did not sound
convincing, my son. You did not reach their consciousness” “When I was already walking up the
steps”, Lidiya Petrovna went on, “the old man, the one who was speaking to you, suddenly
rushed to me, caught my hand, led me down the steps to the grass, took out of his pocket a string
with this piece of cedar wood. He put it on me, pressed it to my chest with my palm by putting his
hand on mine. Immediately I felt a trembling sensation all over my body. When I was leaving, he
kept saying, "Happy voyage! Be happy, all of you! Come next year. All the best to all of you. We
shall be waiting for you. Happy voyage!"
I recalled that when our motor boat was casting off, I could see the old man waving his hand.
Then all of a sudden he sat down on the grass. After a while I looked at them again through
binoculars. The old man was sill sitting on the grass. His shoulders were shuddering... The one
who was older was bending over him soothing his head.
On our arrival back to Novosibirsk I felt sick with acute pains. The diagnoses were: duodenal
ulcer and osteochandrous of the thoracic spine, I was admitted to a hospital. While in the hospital
I was shielded from the everyday routine of the outer world by the quietness of the hospital room.
It was a nice room, deluxe' for one person, which provided me with a nice opportunity to analyze
the results of the four month expedition and make a draft of a business plan for the future.
Memory was bringing me again and again to my meeting with the strange old men and the
subject of our discussion. Upon my request friends and family members supplied me with all
kinds of literature on cedar. By comparing all the reading I became more and more amazed.
Eventually I started to believe everything the old men had told me. “Maybe they are right to some
extent, or, maybe they were one hundred percent right”, I thought to myself. The books on folk
medicine tell much about the cedar's healing power. Everything, starting with the needle leaves to
its bark has highly efficient healing qualities. That was what the books said repeatedly. They
reported that the texture of cedar wood looks very beautiful and it is widely used by craftsmen. I
learned that it is good for furniture. It is also used for the resonance boards of musical
instruments. The cedar's conifer has highly fitocidic properties and the ability to disinfect
environmental air. The cedar timber has a special, very pleasant balsamic flavor. If you put a
small piece of cedar wood in a house, it will keep moths away.
Popular scientific literature also points out that the quality of cedar growing in Northern areas is
much higher than those in the South. Back in 1792 academician P. S. Pallas wrote that the
Siberian cedar nuts rejuvenate man's power. They also bring back youthfulness, stimulate the
immune system considerably, increasing the physical body's resistance against many diseases.
World history knows a great number of historical phenomena directly or indirectly connected with
cedar. Here is one of them.
A half literate countryman, Gregory Rasputin, from a remote Siberian village, was from the region
where Siberian cedar grows. He came to Moscow in 1907 when he was already 50 years of age.
He startled the royal family, where he was heartily welcomed, because of his prophecies; He was
sexually involved with many distinguished ladies. Those who were trying to kill him were shocked
by the fact that having been hit by many bullets, he was still alive. His vitality was amazing. The
secret was that he had been brought up in the region where cedar grows and he had been fed on
The journalists of that period summarized his endurance: “At 50 years of age, he could start an
orgy at noon, continuing his drunken ordeals till 4 a. m.. After erotic involvement and drinking
heavily he went right to church for morning services where he prayed till 8 a.m.. After returning
home, he drank a lot of tea as if nothing had happened before, Grishka received visitors till 2 p.m.
Then accompanied by a group of ladies, he went to a Russian bathhouse with a steamer and
then went directly to a suburban restaurant. There he repeated the previous night's performance.
No ordinary man could possibly stand up to that kind of routine”.
Today, the several times world and Olympic champion in wrestling Alexander Karelin, currently
unbeatable, is also a Siberian, again from the region where Siberian cedar grows. The strong
man has eaten cedar nuts all his life. Is this by chance? In Russia people usually wish you a
“Siberian health”. I am just giving you the facts which one can find in press issues or popular
science literature or what living witnesses can prove. One such witness is the previously
mentioned Lidiya Petrovna, who had received the piece of Ringing Cedar wood from the old man.
She is thirty six now, married, a mother of two children. Her colleagues who are in touch with her
have noticed the great changes which have happened to her. She has become more benevolent
and smiles more often. Her husband, whom I know also, has told me that lately they have more
mutual understandings. By the way, he mentioned that his wife had even become younger
looking and has stimulated more feelings in him, and, to add to it, more respect and even love
had appeared in their relationship.
Yet, all these facts and proofs are nothing in comparison to the most important ones which
anyone can find in the Bible. After reading the Holy Scripture all my doubts disappeared like
morning fog. The third book of Moses in the Old Testament teaches how to heal people and
disinfect houses with cedar, “... the priest shall order that two ritually clean birds be brought, along
with a piece of cedar wood, a red cord, and a sprig of hyssop” (Leviticus 14,4).
When I compared all the facts and information collected from different sources, the world's
wonders fade compared to this one. Namely that the great mysteries which keep exciting human
minds seem insignificant compared to the mystery of a Ringing Cedar.
Now there are no doubts for me as far as its existence is concerned. Popular science literature
and ancient scripts have scattered all doubts. The Bible mentions cedar forty two times in the Old
Testament. Moses from the Old Testament, evidently knew about cedar much more even than
the Old Testament records.
We are used to the fact that Mother Nature provides us with different plants capable of healing
different human diseases. Popular science literature proves the healing abilities of cedar. In
addition, many serious and authoritative explorers such as the academician P. S. Pallas concur.
At the same time they all agree with what the Old Testament says.
Now, I would like you to pay attention to the following facts:
The Old Testament, pointing out cedar and only cedar, does not mention any other trees but
cedar alone. Doesn't this mean that cedar is the most powerful of plants existing in the realm of
Mother Nature? What is it? Is it a medicinal organic unit?
Yet, that is not all. The following story from the Old Testament reveals much more enigmatic
things. King Solomon was building a temple of cedar which had been transported from Lebanon.
He asked King Hiram a favor: “... So send your men to Lebanon to cut down cedars for me. My
men will work with them, and I will pay your men whatever you decide. As you well know, my men
don't know how to cut down trees as well as yours do...... So Hiram supplied Solomon with all the
cedar and pine logs that he wanted, and Solomon provided Hiram with 100,000 bushels of wheat
and 110,000 gallons of pure olive oil every year to feed his men” (1 Kings 5; 6,7,9,10).
What kind of people were they? What kind of secrets did they know? I've heard that even now in
the remote villages, deep in the taiga there are old men who somehow can choose cedar trees
for construction purposes. But at that time, more than two thousand years ago, I believe,
everybody must have known this.
However, even at that time very special people were required for construction work with cedar.
The temple was constructed; they started inauguration services and see what happened: “...
when all the leaders had gathered, the priests lifted the covenant box and carried it to the
Temple... and put it in the Most Holy Place... There was nothing inside the covenant box except
the two stone tablets which Moses had placed there at Mount Sinai, when the Lord made a
covenant with the people of Israel.... As the priests were leaving the Temple, it was suddenly
filled with a cloud shining with the dazzling light of the Lord's presence and they could not go
back in to perform their duties...” (1 Kings 8,5,6,9,10,11).
What kind of a cloud was it? How and from where did it enter the temple? What did it represent?
Was it an energy? A spirit? What kind of phenomenon was it and how was it interconnected with
The old man spoke about a Ringing Cedar as an accumulator of some kind of energy... What kind
of energy? What cedar is more powerful: a Lebanese or a Siberian one? Academician P. S.
Pallas has told us that the healing qualities of cedar increase as one is moves closer to the
border of forest tundra. This means that the Siberian one is more powerful. The Bible reads: “...
judge it accordingly to the fruit”. Which means, that the Siberian one wins again! Why is this not
more widely known? The Old Testament, the science of the previous century and modern texts
are of the same opinion about cedar, no contradictions exist!
The Mother of Agni Yoga Teaching or Living Ethics, Helena Roerich, has said: “... At the kings'
inauguration rituals of ancient Khora-Sana a cedar tar chalice was always present Druids called a
chalice of cedar tar a "Chalice of Life" and only later on, when they had lost their spiritual
consciousness was it replaced by blood. The Zoroastrian Fire came as a result of burning down
the cedar tar in the chalice”.
Specifically what did our forefathers know about cedar? Has its properties and actions been
hidden till now? Could it be nothing? Does it belong to so called “lost knowledge”? What do the
old people know about it? Then suddenly something came to the surface of my memory, the age
old event which produced shivering all over my body, though, at that time, I did not give any
meaning to it.
At the beginning of our perestroyka (the period which followed the crash of communism) I, being
a president of the association of entrepreneurs of Siberia, got a call from Novosibirsk oblispolkom
(the regional executive committee). At that time the executive committees and regional
committees of CPSU still existed. So I was asked to come to the meeting with a highly recognized
western businessman. He had a letter of recommendation from our government. Some of the
entrepreneurs and the members of the staff from the regional executive committee were present
at the meeting. The western businessman looked like “a white shark”. He had oriental features.
He was wearing a turban, his fingers were decorated with expensive rings.
We were speaking, as usual, during these meetings about possibilities of cooperation in different
fields. Then all of a sudden he said, “We could buy cedar nuts from you”. While he was saying it,
some kind of tension overwhelmed him, his sharp eyes stared, examining the reaction of those
present. I have remembered this situation very well because even at that time I was surprised,
thinking to myself, “Why has he changed like this? What does it mean?” After the meeting was
over the lady interpreter from Moscow who was accompanying him came up to me and told me
that he would like to talk to me.
The businessman said confidentially that if I organized absolutely fresh cedar nut delivery, I could
have, besides the official price, considerable personal benefits. It would be necessary to deliver
the nuts to Turkey, where they produce some kind of oil from them. I promised him to think the
Now, I've made up my mind to investigate this issue and find out what kind of oil it was. I've
managed to discover that at the London Stock Market, which is a world price standard, cedar nut
oil costs, up to five hundred American dollars per kilogram. We were asked to deliver cedar nuts
approximately at a price of two to three dollars per kilogram for cedar nuts.
I called one of my colleagues in Warsaw and asked him to investigate whether it was possible to
reach the consumer directly as well as to get the technology of its production. In a month I got
the answer that it was impossible either to reach the consumer or to get any information about the
technology. Generally speaking, in this field the Western forces that were involved would rather
stay away from it and forget about it. After that I turned to a good friend of mine who works at the
Novosibirsk Institute of Potrebcooperatsiya (consumer cooperation) K. Rakunov. I purchased
cedar nuts, financed the labor expenses and in the institute laboratory they produced one
hundred kilograms of cedar nut oil. I also hired people who have discovered some interesting
papers in the archive documents, which revealed that in pre-Revolutionary Russia and for a while
after, there was an organization in Siberia under the name of Siberian Cooperator. The members
of this coop were trading all kinds of oil including cedar nut oil. They had representatives in
Khabarovsk, London and New York. They had a lot of money in Western banks. After the
revolution the organization fell apart and many of its former members left Russia.
Krasin, a member of the Bolshevik government, had a meeting with the former chief of this orga-
nization and suggested to him to come back to Russia. But he answered that he would help
Russia even more if he was out of the country.
The archive materials read that the cedar oil was produced with the help of wooden presses (no
metal should be involved) in many remote Siberian villages. These were located deep inside the
taiga. Its quality depended on the time of harvesting and nut processing. However, we failed to
determine the particular time of harvesting: neither the archive nor research institutions could find
out this information. The secret has been lost. The cedar oil's healing properties have no
comparison. But could it be possible that the secret has been sold somewhere in the West by
somebody who immigrated from Russia?
How do they explain the fact that the greatest healing remedy, the cedar nut which is growing in
Siberia, and the unit which is producing its oil is situated in Turkey?
And what kind of forces in the West did my colleague from Warsaw mention? Why is it impossible
to touch this issue? Aren't these forces pulling from the Russian Siberian taiga the healing
remedy of unbelievable power? Why, having such healing wealth of the cedar products, which is
so powerful and has been proved by centuries, even millenniums, are we instead spending
millions or even billions of dollars buying Western medications and swallowing them like crazy?
Why are we losing the knowledge which belonged to our quite recent ancestors, those who lived
in our century?
Do we need to speak about the Bible's precious readings which describe the events of ages long
ago? What kind of strange forces are trying so hard to erase from our memory the knowledge of
our forefathers? Moreover, they recommended to us “not even to stick our nose in it” as if it is not
our business. They are trying to erase these things from our memory... and they have managed
to do it! Somehow this realization made me so angry. “Well” I told myself, “whatever it will cost
me, eventually I will fry to find out something”. I decided to repeat the expedition along the Ob
river to the North, using for this purpose only the leading motor boat Patrice Lumumba. I loaded
the holds with different goods. The movie hall was modified as a store. I had to employ new
people. For some reason I did not want to take people from our company. While I was distracted
from my regular business, the financial situation got worse.
Within two weeks after our departure from Novosibirsk my security guards reported to me that the
talks about Ringing Cedar had been overheard. According to the security service guys, among
the newly employed staff there were speaking intelligently “strange people”. I started to call to my
office some of the people from the crew, talked to them about the forthcoming campaign into the
taiga. Some of them were ready to go even for free. Others asked big amounts of money as the
journey into the taiga had not been commissioned by the agreement which they had signed. Of
course there was a great difference between staying at the comfortable motor boat and hiking
into the taiga for 25 kilometers and carrying luggage on one's back.
By that time I was completely short financially. I was not going to sell cedar, as the old man had
said that it was necessary to give it as a gift. Moreover, the most important thing for me was not
the Ringing Cedar itself but the secret of producing not just cedar oil but the healing one from
regular cedar. Generally speaking, I was interested in any kind of information on this issue.
Eventually, with the help of information from the security guards I became convinced that
somebody was watching me. Especially when I came off board, though their goal was uncertain.
Who was behind those who were watching me? I thought hard and decided to avoid doubts and
mistakes. The best way was to outwit all of them.
Giving no explanation to anybody, I ordered the crew to moor the motor boat not far from the
place where a year ago I had had a meeting with the old men. I got to the village by a small
motorboat. I gave orders to the captain of the motor boat to proceed with the commercial route
further on up the river.
My hope was to find those old men with the help of local people, to see the Ringing Cedar with
my own eyes and discuss the manner of its delivery to the motor ship. Having fastened my
motorboat to a stone, I planned to walk to the nearest house. However, I noticed a lonely woman
standing on a hillside and I made up my mind to talk to her. The woman was wearing an old
quilted jacket and a long skirt. High rubber galoshes were on her feet. They were the kind the
great majority of the local population wear in the far Northern regions. She wore a shawl that
covered her forehead and neck. It was difficult to tell her age.
I said “Hello”, and asked her about the two men I had met there the previous year.
“You were talking to my grandpa and great grandpa last year, Vladimir”, answered the woman.
I was astonished: her voice was young, her articulation was very distinct, she was on familiar
terms with me, using “thou” instead of “you”. Moreover, she had called me by my name. I could
not remember the names of the old men and the bottom line was that I was not sure whether I
had ever heard their name or told them mine. I thought for a while and then concluded that
evidently, I had told them my name if she knew it. Therefore, I decided to follow her example and
be on familiar terms with her too.
“And what is your name?”, I asked.
“Anastasiya”, was the answer. She stretched out her hand, the palm facing down, as if waiting for
a kiss. This kind of gesture for a village woman dressed in a quilted jacket and galoshes, standing
on a deserted bank and trying to behave as if she was a lady of society, made me laugh. I shook
her hand but I did not kiss it. Anastasiya gave an embarrassed smile and suggested I go with her
to the taiga where her family lived.
“Although, you know, it is necessary to walk for twenty five kilometers. Does that disturb you?”
“Well, sure it's pretty far away. Will you be able to show me the Ringing Cedar?”
“Do you know everything about it? Will you tell me?”
“I'll tell you what I know”.
“Well, then let's go”.
While we were walking Anastasiya told me that their family lived in the cedar forest for many
generations. According to her, her forefathers had been living there for thousands and thousands
of years. They don't get in direct contact with the people of our civilization very often. These
contacts take place far away from the places of their own dwelling but happen when they come to
where larger settlements pretend to be hunters or residents of other
Anastasiya herself has visited two large cities: Tomsk and Moscow. She stayed there only for a
day. She did not even spend a night there. The aim of the other trips was to see with her own
eyes whether her visualizations about the way of life of modern city dwellers were correct. By
selling berries and dry mushrooms she managed to get clothes and money for her trips. One local
woman gave Anastasiya her own passport for this purpose.
She did not share her granddads' idea of giving the Ringing cedar to many people. When I asked
her “Why?”, she said that its pieces could get to good as well as to bad people and, as she
believed, the greater portion of it would get to negative persons. She believes that finally it would
bring more harm than good. The main thing to do, according to her, would be to help good people
who are leading society towards the light, not into a dead end. If one were to try to help
everybody, the imbalance between good and evil would remain the same or it could even get
worse. After my meeting with the old men, I had managed to look through popular science
literature and some historical and scientific works, which related the unusual properties of the
cedar tree. That was why I was trying to get to the root of the matter Anastasiya was talking
about. I wanted to learn more about the way of life of the people of the cedar forest. I was thinking
it over again and again, then I tried to visualize it. I tried to compare them with the Lykovs, the
family well known to many readers of Komsomolskaya pravda. V. Peskova, a reporter on this
newspaper published a series of articles under the headline: Taiga's Dead End. It was about the
family which lived for a long time in the taiga. My impression about the Likovs was that they knew
how to live in peace with nature but they were absolutely ignorant in their knowledge and
understanding of modern civilized life and it actually ruined them when they got in contact with it.
In this case the situation was quite different. Anastasiya impressed me with her perfect
knowledge of our civilized life and even more, with something else which was not quite clear to
me yet! She was discussing with ease our urban life as if she knew it perfectly well.
We had walked deep into the forest for about five kilometers, when she suddenly took off her
quilted jacket, shawl, long skirt and put it into a hollow tree and only a short light dress was left on
her. I was astonished by what I saw. If I believed in miracles I would categorize it as a miraculous
transformation, a kind of metamorphosis. I was facing a very young woman with long golden hair
and a splendid shape. Her beauty was extraordinary. She was an exceptional model. It was hard
to imagine anybody who could possibly compete with her among the winners of the most
prestigious beauty contests. Also, as it was revealed later on, her intellect was extremely sharp,
too. Absolutely everything was appealing about her and she was full of charm. “Are you tired?”,
she said, “Do you want to have a rest?”
We sat down right on the grass and I had an opportunity to examine her face closer: no
cosmetics at all, very regular features, well treated, perfect skin. These had nothing in common
with the skin of common people of the Siberian remote places. She had large, kind gray eyes and
smiling lips. Though she was wearing a light short dress, it looked rather like a night-dress.
There was the impression that she did not feel cold and it was not higher than 12-15 degrees
Celsius. I decided to have a snack and took a sandwich and a flat bottle of cognac out of my bag.
I offered a drink to Anastasiya but she refused it. While I was enjoying my meal she stretched out
on the grass as if exposing herself to the caressing sun rays. These being reflected from her
turned up palms, were illuminating golden light. She was almost half naked. That woman was
I examined her thinking to myself: “Well, why do women through out history always try to strip
themselves without limitations. They show their legs, then breasts, then all of them together using
low cut and mini dresses? Do they try their best to attract everybody's attention? “Hello! Look at
me! Look how wonderful I am, how open and accessible” What else can a man do? If he resists
the temptation of the flesh it appears that he is holding a woman in low esteem. If he is attracted
to her it appears that he is breaking the law given by God”.
I asked her how she was not afraid to be alone in the forest. “I have nothing to be afraid of here”,
was the answer.
“I wonder, how would you defend yourself if you happen to come across two or three men, let's
say geologists or hunters?”, I asked. She did not say a word, just smiled back.
I thought to myself, “How could this young beauty, with extraordinary seductive abilities not feel
scared of anything or anybody?” Then, you would never imagine what happened next! Even the
memory of it brings back uncomfortable feelings. I put my arms around her shoulders and pulled
her to me gently, giving her a hug. She did not resist much though one could feel that her resilient
body was very strong. I did nothing else. The last thing I remember, before losing consciousness,
were her words: “Don't do it, calm down”. And yet before I did it, I remember perfectly well that I
was terror-stricken. It was an unrealized fear, the kind one can experience in childhood when
home alone and everything scares you.
When I regained my consciousness, she was in front of me standing on her knees. Her hand was
on my chest and with another one she was waving to somebody, who was somewhere above, as
if expressing a negative answer. Who surrounded us invisibly? She was trying to show someone
that nothing wrong had happened to her. Anastasiya looked into my eyes.
“Calm down, everything is over already”.
“But what was it?”, I asked.
“Harmony's unreceptiveness of your attitude regarding me, I mean the desire which came to you
for me. Later on you will make it out yourself”. “What does it have to do with some kind of
harmony? It was you who started to resist”.
“That's right, me too. I did not welcome it It was not pleasant for me”.
I sat down, pulled my bag closer to me.
“Unbelievable! Look at her! "She did not welcome it Unpleasant..." Ha! You, women, the only
thing you are all after is to seduce a man. You show your legs, expose your breasts, walk on
spiked heels, though they are uncomfortable but still you wear them. You twist all of your private
parts and as soon as it comes too close to the point... You start to talk like this: "Ah! I don't need
it, I am not that kind of woman. What do you take me for?' Hypocrites! That's what you are! Now,
look at yourself why have you taken your upper clothes off? It is not hot at all. Then you stretched
yourself, got quiet and even more, you were smiling that way...”.
“First of all I am not comfortable wearing any kind of clothes. I put it on only when I come out of
the forest to meet people, just to look like everybody. And I laid down in the sun to rest not to
disturb you while you were enjoying your meal”, she said.
“0h, yeah! You did not want to disturb me... But you did disturb me!”
“0f course, any woman would like to attract a man's attention, but not only to her legs and
breasts. It is desirable that the right one, who is the only one in the world for her, could see much
more than her physical body and would not pass her by”.
“But right now, right here nobody was passing by! Or what is that "much more" that one has to
sec if right in the foreground the legs are sticking out? Somehow you women are illogical!”
“Yes, you are right, to my great regret, it comes out exactly as you say... Shall we go, Vladimir?
Have you finished your meal? Have you had a rest?” A thought crossed my mind, “Should I go
further on with such kind of a lady philosopher?” Though I said, “All right, let's go”.
A BEAST OR A HUMAN BEING?
We proceeded on our way to Anastasiya's house. Her clothes were left in a tree trunk as well as
her galoshes. Only a short light dress was left on. She offered her help carrying my bag. Being
bare footed, she was walking with an extraordinary ease and graciousness taking the lead,
swinging my bag with such ease as if it were empty.
We were talking all the way. It was fun to talk to her on different subjects. Sometimes Anastasiya
spun around while walking, then she would turn and walk backwards facing me. Being very much
involved in our discussions, she did not watch her steps; it was unbelievable, but she never
stumbled. She never pricked her bare feet from a knot of a dry twig. Sometimes she touched or
gave a quick stroke to a leaf or a shrub twig. Now and then she bent down picked some blade of
grass and ate it. “Just like the young of a wild animal”, I thought to myself. When she came
across some berries, she offered them to me, I snacked together with her. Her body did not show
any particular muscular system.
Generally speaking, she was of medium build, neither skinny, nor stout. Her body was well
nourished, resilient and very beautiful. Though I could tell that she was rather strong and her
reactions were good too. When I stumbled, stretching my arms forward, she turned around with
lightning speed, stretched her unoccupied arm and I fell down. My chest was right on her palm
with widely spread fingers, so I did not even touch the ground with my hands. While doing it, she
did not even interrupt herself from telling me something. When she helped me back on my feet,
we moved on as if nothing had happened. At that time a thought crossed my mind about a gas
pistol, which I had in my bag-While talking we had already covered a pretty good distance.
Suddenly Anastasiya stopped, put my bag under a tree and announced with joy, “Here we are!
We are home”.
I looked around. It was not a big well shaped clearing. There were flowers amidst majestic cedar
trees but no hint of any constructions, I could not see even a shelter of branches.
“Well, and where is your house? Where can we sleep, eat, get protection from rain?..”. I tried to
clarify the situation.
“This is my home. Everything is available here”. I was seized by a vague feeling of uneasiness.
“Where is it all? Will you give me a kettle, at least, to boil some water over a campfire and an
“Sorry, there is no kettle and there is no axe. We would manage better without starting a
campfire...”. She replied.
“What do you mean? How do you like that? She does not even have a kettle! I have run out of
bottled water and you know it perfectly well. Do you remember, when I had finished my snack, I
threw away the empty bottle? Now I have just two sips of cognac left. It will take a day to get to a
river or the nearest settlement. I am awfully tired and thirsty. Well, can you tell me, where do you
get drinking water?”
On watching me getting nervous Anastasiya got anxious too. She took me by my hand, pulling
me across the clearing into the forest and tried to calm me down by saying, “Calm down, just
don't worry, Vladimir! Please, don't get upset. I shall take care of everything. I'll do everything.
You will have a rest, a nice sleep, you will not be cold. Do you want to drink? It is all right. There
is no problem at all, I'll take care of it”. Ten or fifteen meters away from the clearing, behind the
shrubs, right before my eyes I could see a small lake. Anastasiya quickly scooped some water
with her cupped hands and brought it to my Lips. “Here is water. Please, drink it”, she said.
“What's the matter with you? Are you crazy? How is it possible to drink unboiled water from a
forest puddle? Did you not see that I was drinking Borjomi, bottled mineral water? On our
motorboat we use only filtered river water then we chlorinate and oxygenize it not only for drinking
but for washing purposes too”.
“It is not a puddle, first of all. This is clean and alive water. It is not the half dead one which you
use. You can drink it. Look”. She moved her hands to her mouth and drank some water from it.
And I don't know how the phrase had escaped my lips: “ Anastasiya, you are a beast”.
“But why "a beast"? Because my bed is not like yours? Because I don't have a car and all the
kinds of equipment that you use?”
“Because you live in the forest like a beast, you have nothing but yet you seem to be happy”.
“Yes, I enjoy living here”.
“You see, you are not denying it”. I tried to behave reasonably.
“Do you believe that the main distinction of a man from anything living on the Earth is the
availability for him of artificially made articles?”, She asked.
“Yes, I do believe that. To be more precise, that is the civilized mode of life”. “Do you consider
your way of life more civilized? Oh, of course, you do! You do believe it. But I am not a beast. I
am a human”.
WHO ARE THEY?
Later on after I had spent three days in her company, I understood something about her way of
life. At the same time some vexing questions occurred to me concerning our own way of life.
Especially one question, which stayed in my mind relentlessly.
“Well”, I thought to myself, we have created a vast and complicated educational system. Being
guided by the system, we are teaching our children and one another: at kindergartens, schools,
colleges and postgraduate study. This system gives us an opportunity to create, invent, fly to the
cosmos and investigate. On following the system, we are, accordingly, creating our way of life.
We are striving to get to know the cosmos, the atom, and all kinds of abnormal phenomena which
we enjoy discussing and describing in sensational articles and popular science publications. Yet
there is one phenomenon which, somehow, we are trying to evade. It looks as if we are afraid to
speak about it. Maybe, we are afraid to do it simply because, it can easily break our system of
education and scientific conclusions. Because it laughs at the objective reality of our existence.
We are trying hard to pretend that this phenomenon does not exist. Though it does and will exist,
no matter how hard we try to ignore it by turning our backs or trying to bypass it. Isn't it high time
to take a closer and more attentive look at it. Who knows, maybe, by joining the efforts of the
human mind as a whole, we'll manage to answer the question: Why have all, without exception,
great thinkers of all times who have created different religious teachings, before creating these
teachings had to go away from the civilized life to forests or deserts and live as hermits?
"Put a mind to it, please, - they did not go to a | world famous library or a super academy, ---just
to a forest! Now the great majority of humankind follows or tries to follow these teachings. Why
did Moses from the Old Testament go to Mount Sinai to write the famous Ten Commandments.
Why did Jesus Christ seclude himself even from his disciples, when he left for the desert?
Why did Siddhartha Gautama (later on they started to call him Buddha), the man who lived in
India in the middle of the 6-th century B. C., seclude himself in a forest for seven years and after
that came out and brought to the people his great Teaching? Hence it became stimulating,
opening and extending human minds and is known as Buddhism.
Or why not take our close predecessors who lived not long ago, prominent historical
personalities: Serafim Sarovskey or Serge Radonezskey?
They also went to a forest and shortly after that they managed to perceive such depths of
universal wisdom that the mundane Tsars had to take the impassable roads just to get a piece of
good advice from them.
After a while at the place of their hermitages people constructed cloisters and majestic
cathedrals. For example, theTroyitse-Serguievskaya Lavra in the city of Sergiev Posad in the
Moscow region keeps attracting throngs of people. Can you believe it that everything had started
just from a hermit?!
Why? What or who was helping those people to get wisdom, giving them knowledge and pushing
them closer to comprehension on the essence of existence? How did they live there? What were
they doing? What were they thinking about staying alone, far away from human society?”
These questions continued to bother me like an obsession soon after my contact with Anastasiya.
Therefore after I left the forest, I started to read everything I could find about hermits, though I
have failed to get any answer. Strange as it may seem, nothing is available about their lives as
This is my story, but now I am trying my best to describe the events of my three days stay in the
forest at Anastasiya's. I am describing my feelings and impressions which were influenced by my
communication with her since I hope that some of my readers will manage to comprehend the
essence of this phenomenon.
Right now, after having drawn a bottom line under everything I had seen and heard, one thing is
beyond any doubt. The people who are living a lonely life in the forest, as hermits, including
Anastasiya, can see everything which is taking place in our everyday life from an absolutely
Some of her notions and affirmations are diametrically opposed to those which we call
“universally acknowledged” ones. Who is closer to the truth? Who can be a judge? My duty is
just to describe everything exactly the way I had seen and heard it. By doing so I hope to give an
opportunity to others to determine the answers on their own.
Anastasiya lives in the forest absolutely all by herself. She does not have any dwelling, she hardly
wears any clothes and does not store any food to nourish herself. She is a descendant of those
who have been living there for thousands and thousands of years and it looks like a different
civilization. Anastasiya was born there and is an inseparable part of Mother Nature.
The phenomenon which looks extraordinary at first sight (remember, when I was overwhelmed by
strong fears while I was trying to take possession of Anastasiya and lost my consciousness)
happens becomes very simple later on. For instance, a man tames a cat, a dog, an elephant, a
tiger, an eagle and what not. In this particular case EVERYTHING around is tamed. And this
“EVERYTHING” can't allow anything bad to happen to her. Anastasiya told me that when she
was quite a little baby her mother could leave her all by herself just on grass under a tree.
“Why didn't you die of starvation?" I asked. The response was just a snap of her fingers. A
squirrel appeared by her side and jumped right on her hand. Anastasiya moved her hand with the
animal close to her mouth and the squirrel passed a kernel of a cedar nut from its mouth right into
Anastasiya's. I did not take it as a miracle, because I remembered that in Novosibirsk Academy
Township I saw a lot of squirrels. They are not afraid of people and even beg food from passers
by, moreover they even get angry when they are not treated. Though in this case I had an
opportunity to watch a radically opposite process.
We know of numerous cases from fiction, press and TV programs in which babies were brought
up by wild animals like wolves, for instance. In this particular case we can see that generation
after generation are living permanently in close contact with Mother Nature and their relationship
with the wild world differs from ours or any other known native tribes on Earth.
“Why don't you feel cold while I need to wear a jacket?” I asked her. “Because”, she answered,
the people who are covering themselves with clothes, hiding themselves from heat and cold in
shelters eventually lose more and more of their abilities to adapt to environmental fluctuations. I
have not lost this ability, that's why I don't need much clothing”. FOREST BEDROOM
I was not prepared at all to sleep outdoors in a wild forest. Anastasiya had put me to bed in a
spaciously dugout. When I woke up, I had a feeling of felicity and comfort as if I were on a
wonderful, cozy bed.
The den was rather spaciously paved with small, fluffy cedar twigs and dry herbs producing a
very pleasant aroma. When stretching myself out I touched some fluffy fur and noted to myself
that Anastasiya was, evidently, hunting somehow. I moved closer to the fur, pressed my back
against its warmth and decided to doze for a bit longer.
Anastasiya was standing at the entrance and when she saw me awaken, told me right away,”
Please, don't get scared”. Then she clapped her hands and the “fur” moved... Being terribly
horrified I realized that it was not a fur. A wild bear started to crawl very cautiously out of the den.
After receiving an encouraging pat from Anastasiya the beast left. It turned out that she had put
some sleeping herbs in the den and then made the bear lie by my side to keep me warm during
the night. She, herself, was sleeping outside rolled up into a ball.
“How could you do it to me? The he-bear could kill or press me down!” “It is not a "he", it is a she-
bear. She could do nothing wrong to you”, answered Anastasiya, “she is very obedient. The
greatest fun for her is to get a job and fulfill it in the best way. She even did not move during the
whole night long. She pressed her nose to my feet and stood still in a great bliss. She only
startled a bit when you in your dreams were stretching your arms giving her slaps on the back”.
Anastasiya goes to bed at one of her shelters as soon as it gets dark. More often she spends a
night in her den. When it is warm she sleeps outside right on the grass. The first thing that she
does on awakening is the rising sun salutation which is exceptionally joyous. Then she welcomes
newly born sprouts and shoots which are appearing on the branches and coming out from the
ground. She touches them with her hands, sometimes fixing something. Then she runs up to
small trees and claps and taps on their trunks, producing a wonderful shower of pollen. These are
mixed with early morning dew which falls on her from the shaking crowns of the trees. After that
she lies down on grass and for about five minutes stretches and twists herself in the state of
blissful happiness. All her skin gets covered with a kind of moistening cream. Then, having taken
a run, she jumps into a small lake where she splashes and dives.
The problems of food or clothes don't exist for her at all; most of the time she is naked or half-
naked. She lives on cedar nuts, different kinds of herbs, berries and mushrooms. By the way, she
eats only dry mushrooms. She never bothers herself harvesting mushrooms or nuts, or laying in
store any kind of provision even for winter. The numerous squirrels living nearby take care of
these problems. It is not extraordinary or unnatural that squirrels make their stocks for winter. It is
instinctive behavior. I was astonished by the fact that the squirrels which happen to be around, on
Anastasiya's sign (snapping of her fingers), run right towards her and racing one another try to
jump on her stretched out hand and give her a peeled kernel of nut.
When Anastasiya slaps her bent knee, the squirrels produce a peculiar sound, as if calling or
informing their comrades. They start to bring and put before her dry mushrooms and other
provisions. They are doing it with great joy. I thought that Anastasiya was training them, but she
told me that their behavior was instinctive. The mother squirrel by doing it was teaching her
children: “Watch me, follow me, behave like me”.
“Maybe, they were trained by some of my ancestors long, long ago, but to my mind, most likely, it
is their predestination. Each squirrel usually lays in store several times more than it could use
itself”. Anastasiya commented on the behavior of her adorable providers.
Answering my question, how she manages not to get frozen in winter without proper clothes,
Anastasiya asked me, “Don't you know any examples which demonstrate the ability of a human
body to withstand cold without any clothes, in your world?”
I recalled a book titled Detka (a child), by Porfiriy Ivanov, who wore only shorts and was always
barefooted in all seasons. The book also relates that during the World War the fascists decided to
test his great endurance by pouring water over him. The outside temperature was 20 degrees
Celsius below zero and that after that they drove him in a motorcycle. No need to say that the
man was absolutely naked...
In her childhood Anastasiya was fed not only on her mother's breast milk but also on the milk of
different animals. They freely let her suck their milk. She does not make any ritual out of the
meals procedure as she never sits down to eat. She merely picks a berry or a plant sprout without
interrupting herself from her main occupation of whatever she is doing at that time.
By the end of my stay there I could not help changing my attitude towards the woman, from what
it was at the very beginning of our meeting. After everything I had seen and learned, Anastasiya
had turned into a different being but never a beast. Her intellect was extremely superb.
Sometimes it seemed to me that it was beyond the understanding of an ordinary person.
In contrast to many well recognized personalities with extraordinary abilities who surround
themselves with a mysterious halo, assuming a secretive look, Anastasiya tried to explain the
mechanics of her abilities and proved that there was nothing mysterious or supernatural about it
or her. She always affirmed that she was a human being, a woman. She constantly reminded me
about that again and again, asking me to realize it. I did try to realize it, doing my best to find
explanations for all those extraordinary phenomena. A human mind in our civilized world is
working in one direction: using all possible and impossible ways to build one's mode of living, to
provide oneself and one's family with food and to satisfy sexual instincts. Anastasiya doesn't
waste time bothering herself with all this stuff. The people who happen to get in a similar
situation, as the Lykovs family (above mentioned), for example, have to watch constantly that
their life supporting provisions, dwellings and what not are taken care of. Mother Nature doesn't
help them the way it does in Anastasiya's case. All kinds of native tribes living apart of our
civilized world, as far as I know, lack this kind of contact and harmony with Nature. Anastasiya
explains it as follows:
Their thoughts and intentions are not pure enough. Nature and the animal world can feel it.
The most unusual and mysterious thing for me while staying at Anastasiya's seemed to be her
ability to see some people at a great distance and watch their lives. Maybe other hermits also
have this kind of ability. She did it with the help of an invisible beam. She claims that everybody
has it at their disposal but people don't know about its existence and they can't use it.
She affirms that till now man has invented nothing | at all which doesn't exist in nature. The
technique, S which makes television work, is just a poor similarity to the great potential of this
Just because the beam is invisible, I refused to believe in it, in spite of the fact that she was trying
repeatedly to demonstrate how it worked. She tried hard to explain the principle of its operation
and to find intelligible explanations.
“Now, tell me, Vladimir, what is your definition of a waking dream? Are many people able to
“I believe, many people can dream. A dream is when a man imagines himself in the desirable
“All right. So you don't deny that a man has an ability to model his future and different situations?”
“No, I don't”.
“Well, what's an intuition?”
“Well, intuition... Probably, it's a feeling when a person is thinking without analyzing how and why
something could happen, just goes with a flow. Some kind of feeling tells him the right way to
“So, you don't deny the existence of something inside a man which helps him besides common
analytical reasoning to define his own as well as somebody else's actions?”
“Supposedly I don't”.
“Perfect,” exclaimed Anastasiya, “now a dream! What are dreams, which almost all people have?”
“Well, a dream is ... To tell the truth, I don't know what it is. A dream is just a dream”.
“All right, all right. Let it be "just a dream". Anyhow, you don't deny its existence. You and others
know that when a person is sleeping, when his body is almost out of control of his consciousness,
he can see people and different events?”
“Well, nobody will deny it”.
“Yet, in a dream people can communicate, talk, go through emotional experiences”
“Yes, they can”.
“Well, what do you think, can a man control his dreams, provoke desirable images and events
which he/she would like to see?”
“I don't think so. A dream comes somehow by itself”.
“You are wrong. A man can control everything. A man has been created to control everything”
“The beam I am talking about consists, precisely, of existing information, imagination, intuition,
soul feelings and, as a result of it visions, just like a dream.
These are consciously controlled by a man's will power”.
“How is it possible to control a dream while you are sleeping?”
“ Not only while sleeping. One can do it while being wide awake. You see, it is as if you are
programming in advance and without failure. With people like you it occurs while sleeping and
chaotically. Man has lost his ability to control it. That's why he decided that a dream is just an
unnecessary product of a tired brain. In reality... Well, do you want me to try to help you to see
anything at a distance right now?”
“Well, sure I do”, I answered eagerly.
“Lie down on the grass and relax, so your body would use less energy. It is necessary that you
feel comfortable. Does anything disturb you? All right. Now think about a person you know well
enough. Let's say, your wife. Recall her habits, her way of walking, her clothes, the place you
think she could be right now and in general, try to imagine everything possible, using the power of
I recalled my wife, bearing in mind that at that moment she could be at our country house. I
visualized the house, some things and furniture. Then many things came to my mind in details but
I could see nothing... I told Anastasiya about it and she answered, “Because you can't relax
completely. Try to relax as if you are falling asleep. All right. Don't worry. I'll help you. Close your
eyes. Put your arms aside”.
Then I felt the touch of other fingers on mine and I started to fall asleep or into a kind of
...My wife was standing in the kitchen of our country house. She had a knitted jacket over her
house coat. “It means that it is cool in the house”, I thought to myself, “again there are problems
with the heater”. My wife was cooking coffee on the gas stove and something else was boiling in
the dog's pot.
Her face looked sad and unhappy. Her movements were slack and slow. All of a sudden she
raised her head and moving lightly and easily she went to the window. She looked through it at
falling rain and smiled. The coffee on the stove came over the edges, she seized the coffee pot
with the spilling coffee but she did not frown and was not irritated by it, as she usually would be in
such a case. She took off her j jacket..
I was wide awake.
“Well, did you see?”, asked Anastasiya.
“Yes, I did. But maybe it was a regular dream?”
“Why "regular"? You had planned exactly to see her!”
“Yes, I did, and I have seen. Where is the proof that she was exactly there, I mean at the kitchen
at the very moment I was watching her?”
“Will you memorize this day and time. When you come back, ask her. That's all. Didn't you notice
anything else which looked unusual about her?”
“Well, nothing else, I guess”.
“Didn't you see her smile, when she came to the window and the fact that she was not irritated by
the spilt coffee?”
“0h, yes. I did notice that but maybe she saw something good through the window and she liked
“She could see only rain. Rain, which she never enjoyed. Right?”
“Then, why did she smile, according to you?”
“Well, because I was looking at your wife with my beam and warmed her”.
“So, it means that your beam had warmed her and what about mine? Was it cold?”
“You were just watching her with interest, you did not put your feelings into your beam”.
“Does it mean that your beam can warm a person at a distance?”
“It can get and send information, try to improve a mood and partially heal some sicknesses. The
beam can do many other different things, it depends on the available energy, power of feelings,
will power and desire”.
“Can you see the future and the past, Anastasiya?”
“0f course, I can! The future and the past, they are almost the same. The only difference is in
outside details. The main thing always remains unchangeable”
“How come? What can be "unchangeable"?”
“For example, one thousand years ago the people were wearing different clothes. They were
using different equipment in their everyday life. Also one thousand years ago the people had
exactly the same feelings and emotions as now. Feelings are timeless: fear, joy, love... Yaroslav
the Wise, Ivan the Terrible or a pharaoh could love a woman with the same feelings as you or
anybody else today”.
“Well, it's quite interesting but not completely comprehensible. What does it mean? You claim that
everyone could have such a beam?”
“Sure, Vladimir. Everyone. Even now people still have feelings and intuition, the ability to dream,
assume, program and design certain situations, to watch dreams. They did not absolutely lose
their abilities, only that these processes have become chaotic and uncontrolled”
“Maybe it is necessary to train people somehow, to develop some kind of exercises?”, I asked.
Anastasiya's world outlook is very unusual and amazing:
“What is God, Anastasiya? Does He exist? If He does, then why has nobody ever seen Him?”
“God is Interplanetary Mind or Intellect. He is not a single whole mass. One of His halves is out of
the material world of the Universe. He is a complexity of all kinds of energies. His second half is
spread all over the Earth in the form of small particles as well as in every human being”.
“What do you think about the future of our society?”
“In perspective the realization of all the destructive nature of the technocratic way of your
development will come and you will start to move back towards the Origins, the Primary Source”.
“Do you mean that all our scientists are undeveloped creatures who are leading us into a dead
“I would like to say that through them the process is being accelerated and, accordingly, the
realization of the wrong way is coming true”.
“Does it mean that all the machines and buildings we are creating are just in vain?”, “Yes, it is”.
“Isn't it boring for you to live here all by yourself without television and telephone?”
“Such primitive things you have mentioned, Vladimir! All these things man had from the very
beginning, only in a much more perfect way. I have it at my disposal too”.
“Do you mean a television set and a telephone?”
“Well, what is a television set? — It's an instrument with the help of which some information gets
to the human atrophied imagination where the pictures and plots are being arranged. With the
help of my imagination I can draw upon any plot or any picture, arrange the most unbelievable
situations. Even more to that, I can also take part in them myself and even influence the plot on
my own. Oh, sorry! I have expressed myself incomprehensibly, I suppose, haven't I?”
“All right and what about the telephone?”
“A man can communicate with anybody without a telephone. The only required things are:
Willpower the wish of both parties and a developed imagination.
CONCERT IN TAIGA
I suggested her that she should to go to Moscow and present herself on television.
“Just imagine, Anastasiya, being such a beauty, you could become a cover girl, a world famous
model”. I said. That was it! It was of exactly that point, when I realized that she was an earthly
woman and, like any woman, she was happy to be a beauty. Anastasiya started laughing.
“The most beautiful, is it? Do you really mean it?” She asked me to repeat it and walked along the
clearing as if she were a model putting one foot in front of the other while walking and
demonstrating imaginary finery. I made an announcement,
“Now, ladies and gentlemen, highly respected audience, you are going to see a second to none,
a wonderful gymnast, the incomparable beauty A-n-a-s-t-a-s-i-y-a!”
My announcement made her cheer up even more. She ran into the center of the clearing and
produced an incredible somersault forward and then backward. Then to the left and to the right,
then she jumped up very high, caught at a bough of a tree, swung herself for a couple of times
and found herself in another tree. Then she repeated her acrobatic feat with somersaults, ran into
the center of the clearing again and started bowing before the imaginary audience being
accompanied by my loud cheers. Then she ran away from the stage clearing and having hidden
herself behind the imaginary wings. She was peeping out smiling waiting impatiently for another
Then the idea of my favorite collection of pop singers crossed my mind. Once in a while in the
evenings being alone in my cabin I enjoyed watching video tapes with my favorite songs. One of
those tapes came to me. So, without a shade of doubt, that she could do it, I announced, “Dear
ladies and gentlemen, to much respected audience, now you are going to meet the best modern
variety performers who will perform their best songs. Let's warmly welcome them!”
Oh, how wrong I was to doubt her abilities! Later on ... it was absolutely something unbelievable
and unpredictable!... Anastasiya, on having hardly taken one step from behind the “wings”,
started to sing. It was the voice of a famous modern singer Alla Pugachova. Don't take me wrong,
she was not imitating Alla's voice. She was singing with such an ease reproducing not only the
voice itself but its specific timbre. The manners, the way she was expressing her feelings and
emotions were astonishing. It was great!
Though the most exciting thing was something else. It was when Anastasiya was accentuating
some particular words and phrases, adding to the song some new meaning. Alla Pugachova's
performance of this song, which had been recognized by the great majority of people as a perfect
one, now, in Anastasiya's interpretation, was turning to produce a whole scale of new emotions.
She was giving more light to the images. For instance, in the perfect lines of the song:
“0nce there was an artist,
He had a small house and canvases
But he was in love with an actress,
The one who loved flowers.
And he sold his house,
Sold his pictures and canvases
And he spent all his money
On a great sea of flowers-Millions, millions of scarlet roses...” she had accentuated the word
“canvases”. She had screamed out this word, putting into it inexplicable emotions which were a
mixture of astonishment and fright. Yes, canvases! Exactly! As they are the most precious things
for an artist. Without them it is impossible to create. The artist gives away his most valuable
treasure for his beloved's sake... Then, when Anastasiya was pronouncing the following words:
“... the train took her away” she expressed the artist's feelings, the pain of a man who was deeply
in love. She also expressed his despair and confusion watching the departing train which was
taking away his beloved forever. Oh, it was great!
Being under the influence of everything I had seen, heard and experienced, I did not applaud
when the song was over. Anastasiya bowed, waited for a while for the appreciation of the
“audience”. Then without any invitation and announcement, she started another song and this
time she was trying even harder than before. She was performing all my favorites one after
another, everything which was recorded for me in my order on my video tape.
Each song, which I used to enjoy many times before, sounded in her reproduction brighter,
containing much more meaning, provoking more emotions.
The last song was over. Anastasiya waited in vain for the cheering. So, she went away behind
her “wings”. I was still in a state of a shock. I sat for a while, being under the influence of that
extraordinary impression. Then I jumped up and started to applaud shouting out, “Great,
Anastasiya! Bravo! Encore! All the performers, welcome on the stage, please!” Anastasiya came
out cautiously and bowed slowly. I could not help yelling all the way, “Bravo! Encore!”, I was
clapping and stamping with my feet. She also got excited, started clapping and asked, “ "Bravo",
does it mean "more"?”
“Yes, more! And more! And more!”
Then I became quiet and started to take an all around view of Anastasiya and a thought crossed
my mind: how amazingly many sided her soul was, as she had managed to bring into the
performance such amount of novelty, brightness and beauty! She was quietly looking at me
inquiringly. Then I asked her, “Well, Anastasiya, do you have a song of your own? Could you
perform anything which belongs only to you?”
“Yes, I could. But my song is wordless. Would you like it?”
“0h, please, Anastasiya, will you sing your song?”
So, Anastasiya started her unusual song. At first she screamed out as a newly born baby, then
her voice became very soft, delicate and affectionate. She was standing under a tree, pressing
her hands against her chest, her head being bent a bit as if she was rocking a baby to sleep,
singing a lullaby song. She was caressing the baby with her voice and was telling something
loving to it. Because of that soft, amazingly clear voice, everything stood still even the birds and
the chirring in the grass. Then she became very happy watching her baby waking up. New
sounds of exaltation appeared in her voice, unbelievably high sounds now were flying over the
earth and then flushing up into the heights of eternity. Now Anastasiya's voice was pleading to
somebody, then it was fighting and then it was again caressing a baby, giving the gift of joy to
The feeling of joy embraced me too and when the song was over I screamed joyously, “And now,
ladies and gentlemen, my dear friends, you will watch a unique, inimitable performance of the
world famous, the most skilful, brave and charming lady trainer who is capable of taming any
beast. Welcome her, watch
and be thrilled!” Anastasiya even squealed in exaltation, jumped up clapping her hands
rhythmically, gave a cry and whistled. Something unbelievable started happening in the clearing
A she-wolf was the first to appear. It jumped out from behind the bushes and stood still by the
edge of the clearing, looking around incomprehensibly. The squirrels were skimming up the trees
jumping from branch to branch. Two eagles were flying very low in circles. Some kind of small
wild animals were moving in the shrubs, then a sound of the snapping of dry twigs came to us. A
huge bear was making its way through the bushes moving them apart and pressing them. It ran
out on the clearing, came very close to Anastasiya and stood as if rooted to the spot. The she
wolf grumbled at the bear disapprovingly. Evidently, the bear had approached their lady too close
without getting a special invitation.
Anastasiya ran towards the bear, patted its muzzle, gripped its front paws and made the bear
stand on its back paws vertically. One could tell that while doing it she did not apply any efforts at
all as the animal was fulfilling her commands willingly. This was done in accordance with its own
interpretation and understanding of them. The beast was standing motionless, trying hard to
understand what she wanted it to do. Anastasiya took a run, jumped up high, gripped the bear by
its paw and started bending herself backward. She was pulling the bear trying to show that she
was going to throw the beast over herself.
This kind of trick would be impossible if the bear did not do it willingly by itself and Anastasiya
was just directing its actions. Evidently, the bear was doing its best trying not to cause any harm
to its mistress by supporting itself on its paws. The she-wolf was getting more and more restless
so it could not help but rush from side to side growling and snarling. A couple of other wolves
appeared in the clearing and Anastasiya repeated the trick with the bear again and again
throwing it over herself. She even tried to make the beast accomplish a somersault and the poor
thing suddenly tumbled down on its side and stood still.
Being overexcited and baring its teeth in anger, the she-wolf made a jump towards the bear. With
the speed of lightning Anastasiya blocked the wolfs way and the latter, slowing down with its four
paws, made a somersault over its back and hurt itself against Anastasiya's legs. Anastasiya took
a very quick grip on the wolfs mane making the beast press itself to the ground obediently. With
the other hand she waved exactly the way she did in my case, when I had tried to give her a hug
without her permission.
The forest around us was murmuring excitedly but not threateningly. One could sense of
excitement in the behavior of big and small wild animals. Some of them were jumping or running,
some were becoming quiet. Anastasiya started to reduce the agitation: first of all she flattered the
she-wolf then patted its mane and sent the beast away from the clearing by giving it a smack as
people usually do to a dog. The bear was still lying on its side in a very uncomfortable position.
Evidently it was waiting for another “job”. Anastasiya came to the bear, made it rise, stroked its
muzzle and in the same way as she did with the she-wolf, sent it away from the clearing.
Anastasiya blushing sat down next to me, took a deep breath and slowly breathed out. I noted
that her breathing normalized very quickly and became as smooth and regular as if she had
never done all her incredible exercises.
“They don't understand theatrical performance and they don't need to understand it becauseitnot
very good for them”, remarked Anastasiya and then asked, “Well, what about me? Can I get any
place in your world? I mean, can I find a job”.
“It was great! But all of these have already existed. The trainers in the circus show many
interesting tricks with all kinds of animals, so you will not be able to force your way into such a job
because of bureaucratic red tape. There are a great number of conventions and intrigues. You
are not well versed to stand them”.
We proceeded with our game trying all kinds of versions whereby Anastasiya could find a job in
our world and how she would overcome the existing formalities. Although we had failed to find an
easy solution as Anastasiya did not have papers to prove her education, an identification or the
right of permanent residence. Nobody would believe her stories about her origin without a birth
certificate. Her wonderful skills and abilities would not count much.
Anastasiya got more serious and said, “0f course I would like to visit, at least once again, one of
your large cities, let's say Moscow, just to get more proof concerning the exactness of my
modelling of some situations from people's lives. For example, I can't understand how the dark
forces manage to fool women to such an extent that they, without even realizing it, are trying to
attract men with the help of their physical charms. By doing so they don't give the men an
opportunity of making the right choice, the one which is right for the soul. Then they are both
suffering because of this as they can't create a proper family”. Then she started her amazing
reasoning about sex, family, bringing up children, and I thought to myself, “The most incredible of
all that I've seen and heard was her ability to speak about our way of life, her precise and detailed
knowledge of it”.
WHO LIGHTS ANEW STAR
The second night, being afraid that Anastasiya would again put into my “bedroom” her favorite
she-bear to keep me warm or some other foolish things and I refused categorically to go to bed. I
told her that I would not do it if she did not lie down by my side. I had figured it out that if she was
close to me, she would not play any tricks.
“That's what you call having a guest staying at your home? I was sure that here there would be at
least some construction. You don't even let me make a campfire and on top of this you are
slipping in all kinds of beasts in on me! If you don't have a decent house you should not invite
guests to stay there”.
“All right, Vladimir, don't worry, please and don't get scared. Nothing bad will happen to you. If
you wish, I shall lie down near you and keep you warm”.
This time there were even more cedar twigs scattered in the den dugout; the bunches of herbs
were put very neatly. The walls were also decorated with twigs. I took off my clothes, put my
pants and sweater under my head, lay down and covered myself with my jacket. The cedar twigs
were producing the phytoncideous aroma about which popular science literature tells us how
whereby it disinfects the surrounding air. Although in the taiga the air is clean, anyhow. I could
breathe with ease. The dry herbs and flowers added some kind of extraordinarily delicate flavor.
Anastasiya kept her promise and lay down with me. Honestly, I could tell that the aroma which
her body was producing exceeded all other scents. It was much more pleasant than the most
delicate perfume which I had ever smelled while being close to a woman. However, it never came
to my mind to take possession of her. After my attempt to hug her when we were on our way to
her place of dwelling, after that fear which I had experienced and the losing of my consciousness,
I did not imagine any kind of sexual or romantic feelings towards her. That was true even when I
saw her absolutely naked.
I was dreaming quietly about a son whom my wife had never given birth to: “It would be great if
my son could be born from Anastasiya! She is such a beauty. She is healthy and is capable of
great endurance. That means that the baby would also be healthy and in my likeness. Of course,
my son may look like her though he still should be much more like me. He would become a
strong and smart personality. He would be happy, talented and intelligent”
I imagined my baby son clinging to the nipples of her breast and involuntarily I put my hand on
Anastasiya's resilient breast. At that very moment a quiver ran all over my body and in a moment
it was gone. Though it was not a fearful shivering, it was a different, extraordinary and pleasant
one. I did not draw my hand back but only held my breath waiting for what would follow. The next
moment I felt her soft palm on my hand. She did not push my hand away. I raised myself a bit
and started looking at her gorgeous face. The white northern night was making it even more
beautiful and attractive. I could not move my eyes away from her face.
Her caressing gray bluish eyes were looking at me. I just could not help bending and touching
slightly, quickly and carefully with my lips her half opened mouth. Again the same pleasant quiver
occurred! My face was getting shrouded in the aroma of her breath. Her lips did not utter her
regular: “Don't do it, calm down”. There were no fearful feelings. The thoughts about my son did
not leave me. When Anastasiya embraced me gently, caressed my hair and moved herself
towards me, I felt something unbelievable!..
Only in the morning on awakening did I realize that never in my life had I experienced these kinds
of feelings, — absolute bliss, exaltation and satisfaction. Then there was another thing which
seemed very strange: usually a physical tiredness comes after a night with a woman. In this case
everything was quite the opposite and, moreover, there was a feeling of a great accomplishment
There was a feeling that something great had been created. The satisfaction was not just a
physical one. There was something more to it, something still unrealized, unknown, never
experienced before, extraordinarily wonderful and joyous!
An idea flashed across my mind: “Just because of a moment like this one life is worth living”. I
knew, I had never experienced anything like that, even close to it! However, I had met different
women in my life who were beautiful, some of whom were rather experienced in love affairs and I
had loved them.